It's been two months since your and Harry's baby girl was born and it's the first time he goes out with the boys for some event.
The reporters there are cager to ask him about his fatherhood and the little girl and you, of course.
"How are your girls, Harry?" one of them asks. He beams.
"They're great! They're at home, so I'm anxious to get this over with." he laughs.
"How do you like being a dad?" another inquires.
His eyes sparkle, the smile on his face is huge, dimples popping, as he explains, "It's the best job in the world. I used to say that about being on stage and singing with the lads, but my priorities have definitely changed. I still love the singing, but if I had to decide between that and being a dad, I would definitely choose my baby girl.
The was he says 'baby girl' has all the women, and some of the men, around him cooing.
"And how do the lads like the little one?"
"Oh, they adore her. They're the worst, to be quite honest, they completely spoil her. She'll grow up thinking her uncles could get her anything. New shoes? Louis will get her half the Vans store! A nice car? No problem, Liam's got it covered! The moon? Sure, Niall will get it for her, no matter what!" he chuckles. "She's a lucky girl."
"is there anything YOU want right now, that you can't get, because of the baby?" a reporter for a teen mag asks, hoping for a dirty answer.
Harry frowns a bit, thinking. Then answers, completely serious, "Sleep.. I need to sleep." The surrounding crowd laughs and he smiles.
"Thanks, Harry, and tell your girls 'Hi' from us!" Harry grins.
In his head he's already back home with you in his arm and your daughter on his chest.
"I will." he sighs and rushes inside 'to get this over with'.
